Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

There was a stuffed toy cat on the bar today!

That's right, Cait was actually bothering to do his job. Which, to be fair, was mostly just him telling Tino what to do, being mostly ignored, and then him flicking beer nuts at Tino and telling him he would have to clean those himself because Cait wasn't going to do it.

And what did Tino even mean that it was Cait's fault there was a mess on the floor? He didn't know what Tino was talking about!

He was as innocent as the day he was born!

Not that he'd actually been born—he'd been made thank you very much--but the frustration on Tino's face? Priceless.

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But good luck getting a real mixed drink out of Cait because he was just going to literally mix random things together. He was the best bartender, don't even.

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[And OCD free!]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Between everything that happened last weekend and everything that happened on Wednesday, Summer was still feeling pretty...off, but coming in and seeing Cait behind the bar again was a good step toward maybe feeling a little better.

"Cait! Hey!"

On second thought, sitting on this side of the bar really didn't help things feel less off, but a couple drinks should help with that.

"How's my favorite bartender?"

Sorry 'bout it, Seivarden!

[sith_said]

Cait stopped flicking beer nuts at Tino immediately since Summer was a way better distraction for the long, hard day he’d… ended up with?

Half of it hadn’t even happened but Cait had never been fussed with the truth anyway!

“Summer, mah lassie! Yoo’re a bonnie secht fur sair een!” he proclaimed. “Ah was in fricht ay mah life the-day! Thaur was screamin' an' shootin' an' ah nearly tint myself!”

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, yeah?" asked Summer, grinning a little at that mess of whatever it was...but she felt she got the important parts, and the energy of it alone was oddly comforting. "How about you mix me up a drink that really encapsulates the whole experience?"

She missed his mixed drinks!

Especially since she was pretty much the only person he made drinks for!

"So....who was screaming and shooting at you and why?"

[sith_said]

No one else was brave enough!

"Ah'll see whit Ah can dae! It's a stoaner day tae describe aw things considered. An' ah pure dornt ken fa was daein' aw ay th' ruckus, ah waur jist helpin' sort yarn an' 'en it aw went sideways..."

Cait hopped down behind the counter to have a good rummage at the options for what had happened today.

He was still not quite sure how it had all turned out as it had but he was always willing to roll with it.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, now that Summer had apparently huffed enough K-Zak to kill the whole crew of a ship and survived to tell the tale, Cait could probably mix Draino into that cocktail and Summer would still be fiiiiine, it seemed.

"Yeahhhh," Summer sighed sympathetically. "I know how that goes. Some things just have to go sideways, don't they? Everything okay now, though?"

[sith_said]

"Ye bet! Ah talked th' whole hin' it wi' Lucy an' he suggested ah tak' it tae th' troopers sae that's whit ah did!"

And it was now Liam's headache! Sorry, Liam.

"Haw hae ye bin, Summer?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Eh," Summer answered, honestly enough, with a shrug of her shoulders and sort of a wry smile. "Had kind of a rough week myself, and Wednesday really threw things off for me right when I thought I was getting back on track, so I still feel kind of...out of it, I guess."

She shook her head to dismiss it. "I'm sure it'll be fine," she added.

[sith_said]

"Ah, that's a reit sham! Anythin' ah can dae tae help?"

Cait nodded in satisfaction as he settled on a few bottles to use in his mix.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I'm pretty sure whatever you're going to make me will do the trick," Summer assured hom with a faint smile. "And also if you could convince my dad to never try to take us camping again, ever, but I think he learned his lesson there..."

[sith_said]

"Och, aye? An' teel me, hoo did he learn his lesson? It's fur th' best, thocht, since 'at micht be a wee smidge beyond mah powers."

What wasn't beyond his powers was the drink he was now putting together. That much he could do! He started with vodka, then added Crème de Framboise (for the blood that had nearly been spilled) and gingerbread liqueur (for the fact he'd been tossed out of the store) and then a splash of brandy to darken the drink.

To finish it all off, he added far, far too many pop rocks.

"Haur ye ur!"

It would certainly be an experience!

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ooooooh!" said Summer, approvingly, as the drink appeared, and not a moment too soon because she sighed, pulled the drink in closer, and launched into an explanation.

"Well, it's a long story, but to give you abridged version, we ended up on some other planet because this planet was claiming that NY grampa was her baby daddy, and through an intricate series of events," that involved her verbally eviscerating poor Jerry, but that didn't seem that important, "my dad wound up inspiring a cult of clay people rejected from the society that Grampa and my mom built and going to war against them while my grampa got embroiled in a whole custody battle with some god dude who claimed he was the father of the planet's clay people kids, and he'd probably have killed my grampa if, with the help of my brother, I hadn't gotten super high on essentially rocket fuel and drove a spaceship through the back of the god guy's head...

"None of which would have happened," Summer started firmly as she lifted her glass, "had we not all been dragged out to go camping."

And took a drink.

"Oh.

"Wow."

Good wow? Bad wow? She wasn't sure yet!

[craic_killer]

Clare'd had an extremely trying Wednesday and a strange shift at the flower shop yesterday and while she wasn't Michelle about it, sometimes a very long week called for a wee pint.

Maybe even two.

And so she marched into Caritas and stopped dead to see Cait. "Of course there's a wee cat serving drinks," she said in her extremely thick Derry accent. "Of course there is."

[sith_said]

Cait blinked at the girl.

And he wasn't just a cat! He was a stuffed toy cat!

"Wa wooldnae thaur be?"

[craic_killer]

Clare stared at him blankly. "Didn't catch a word of that."

[sith_said]

Yeaaah, that happened often. He was used to it.

"Ach, nevermin'! Th' name's Cait Sith, can ah gie ye somethin' tae bevvy?"

[craic_killer]

Clare: still no idea but she could guess! "Guinness?"